That’s it. We’re all officially douchebags. I just heard the term ‘blogosphere‘ on the national news.

Despairingly,

Jett “‘Bout Sicka This Nonsense” Superior

pee ess….Warbloggers, I blame this shit on you. You’re like the drunk great-uncle with wild-fuzzy hair, a whiskey bottle in one fist, a cane resting across his knee and a really, really bad case of PTSD. Amusing –and maybe even a tad cute– with his fist-shaking and copious spit-splutter-talk routine while at home, but heartily embarrassing when you dance him out into the public arena.

Wonkette gets a free pass from me just because she is a former Suckster.

Pontificating about all things political is no panacea, but it provides people with a sense of purpose and perhaps a paltry sense of stress relief so I sympathize to some degree while sharing the sincere spite for that torturous term.

The way I have it pictured, I’m all snuggled up behind Britney, grinning over her shoulder while I hang onto a boob and wave to Mom with the bottle in my other hand. Meanwhile, my “large caliber firearm” would be poking Britney, making her giggle.